When I was in sixth grade, my best friend was another girl named Sarah, and we hosted … you guessed it, The Sarah Show.
We’d sit inside a pair of brown clay tunnels on our elementary school playground and plan dialogues and musical breaks to read and sing into a tape recorder.
The segment we worked the hardest on, arguing and rewriting across picnic table lunches, was an ongoing radio play called “My Stupid Dog Said.” The dog said stupid things and tried to be popular.
